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Post by Flame on Oct 1, 2011 12:15:47 GMT -8
Tiaris was outside the Hold, her dark eyes watching the dragons above, flying. It was the start of winter. Cold air was coming, and all she had on was a light jacket over her leathers. She was going to have trade them in for more comfortable clothing for winter. Her dark hair was trailing down her back. Her largets and oldest flit had snapped at all of her other flits. Sparti was going to rise. She could feel the lust from the flit. She wasn't ready to rise thought, her color was beautiful, getting brighter by the moment.
Suddenly the silver screamed her way into the air and launched down onto the cracks of the mountain. Her dark eyes closed as the silver came up with a rat. Large. It bairly took anything to stop the flit from eating her meal. That angered the silver before she charged off to find another. And another. Seven rats later she launched into the air. Her screams were loud as she raced through the weyr. Instictivly the tall woman stepped back into the weyr, out of the cold. She was pulled by the lust, though it wasn't as strong as a dragons lust, or even a dragonets, it still had her distracted. She leaned up against a wall, letting her flit have her fun.
Sparti called to all of the worthy males in the hold. Two flits took after her. Poet was one, the other was a beautiful brown. Warf. The two took chase, cooing to her. She screamed, calling for more.
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